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Theo had learned to accept it, this awe he inspired wherever he went, but he wondered if he’d ever get used to it. He had that effect on people, sometimes whether he wanted to or not. Marseille had told him it was simply not in the blood of Clan Toreador to be ignored; the gift of Arikel, the clan’s legendary progenitor, drew the eye and caught at the heart even without her descendents thinking about it. All it took was to walk into a room where first impressions mattered and to be announced, and the rest was as natural as walking.